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don’t marry that woman, dad.
I wanted to believe that I could be loved fully, to sin and be forgiven, to be shielded even from myself. It’s been an unending cycle of trauma and recovery. Why haven’t I been held by someone I can trust will remain if this body should change? Why are my relationships endless giving until I find myself depleted and no longer needed, no longer so beautiful now that my smile has waned? Why will I die never knowing love? I want to understand, God.
humblemagic, writing prompt #70: Hypothetically speaking, make believe it is the last day of what we call home, Earth. What would be your thoughts? How would you spend it? What would be your background soundtrack?
What if there’s someone else? Someone better?
It’s not what I want. It’s what honor demands.
there’s no shame in fear, my father told me, what matters is how we face it (x)
You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts.
Goodbye, Lord Royce, and thank you for all you have done for me. I have done nothing more than my duty, my lady.